I shared the story of most of my flight back to Austin
here, but the bit with the hiccups is more suitable for this thread. It is a lot less painful, but far more embarrassing.
See, I have discovered that for me sugar is the most effective hiccup remedy (water works too, but I need
a lot of it very quickly in a way way that is hard to replicate in most places), and I try to always have chocolate on me when I will be traveling any distance in order to handle unexpected hiccups. (At home I use honey, which is quicker but does not travel well.)
In this case, the first bout of hiccups started just as I approached one of the more crowded bathrooms in the Baltimore airport. It was also the last bathroom I was sure I would pass before my gate (there was another one, but I was not sure), so I went in with the idea of secret-eating chocolate in the stalls. But the stalls were full, and the hiccups were accelerating, and I am not quite immune enough from social pressure to eat chocolate in public in the bathroom.
I rush back out, lean against the wall, and have a hard time finding the chocolate among all the other stuff I have in my bag, and the hiccups are getting worse. Finally I find it. There is a family coming my way, but at this point I do not care. I stand there: a fatass gnawing on chocolate in front of the bathroom like I will never be able to eat chocolate again, and realize just how ridiculous I must look. I hate myself even more than usual, but hiccups
really suck, so I keep eating chocolate looking like a fat person with no control over their appetite until the hiccups are gone.